Flashback 8 years earlier
The rush of victory faded quickly as Andrew stood frozen on the field. Something felt off—an eerie sense of danger crept into his chest, tightening like a vice. Was it his Alpha heir instincts kicking in, or just the nagging anxiety he’d wrestled with lately?
He was about to head to the locker room when a voice stopped him. “Excuse me, sir?” Andrew turned to see a young girl, no older than ten, clutching a pen and program. “Can I have your autograph?” she asked, her voice tentative but bright with hope.
Andrew blinked, surprised. It was the first time anyone had asked him for an autograph. “Sure,” he said with a grin, crouching to meet her eye level. Her bright blue eyes nearly glowed, a shade so vivid it seemed otherworldly. Her hair was neatly pulled back int
